Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.